I am south again tomorrow to look after my mother – cataract surgery.
So, my daughters and I moved the horses/ponies (Icelandic horses plus Albie and Newt) around the house into another field with a bit more grass. It is that time of year when the horses spend a week or two in each field taking anything that is there before they are moved on.
We let the sheeple back into their field (they were very happy) and I went over to Leradale to feed Delia and to kiss noseys.
Everyone was on good form.
They know the routine now.
I just chuck the bucket over the wall and Delia marches in, head down and woe betide anyone who thinks they should go in and “help”. There is no discussion. They know what would happen. Delia would tell them in no uncertain terms.
And then we all wait while Delia munches.
I get to enjoy the wild and whacky hairdo’s!
I also go around each little pony and tell them how much they are loved.
And how proud I am of my little Minions.
There are some, I know, who would prefer a carrot but we had run out and I hate being associated with just food.
So a busy week ahead. I have put up the Advent Calendar but not filled it in – you will have to wait until the 1st December like everyone else in the whole world.
I am pretty sure there won’t be a blog tomorrow. I wont reach my destination until 19:00 at the earliest and it would be rude to just arrive, barge past family and plonk myself down at the computer to whinge about airports and travelling.